Sometimes i think about the unknown people there Spending their life as if they were walking on air Their bleeding hands are begging for a memory Nobody sees them Nobody ears them Nobody remembers them I sometimes dream about so many faceless dead The step of memory didn't leave any trace in life Do you want to give them a glance Do you want to give them a glance ? Do you want to give them a face ? My nights have sometimes the same colours as my days Trying to imagine my memory after me Caus' i wanna know who's above and who's around Who' in a box Who's in the sand Do i fall ? Or do i climb ? And when my lips say i just need myself sometimes I hope in fact there'll be someone hanging around my grave Hanging around my name.